Have simply run out of all bookshelf space, floor space and other flat surfaces on which to stack books, yet the list for new reads keeps growing🤓🤪 Must build onto house. Or move. 📚
I ordered my Citral Shea Whipped Body Butter from Nicki Rivers recently, and I am obsessed. It's silky and intoxicating. I'm addicted to lemongrass period, and love having a soft, lightweight body butter that spreads the scent of lemongrass, grounded by the scent of coconut, into my skin!
I know my girl Nicki from when we lived in New Orleans. I know her as a jazz singer who pours perfect velvet melodies into our ears, but her talents are many, including visual art and, now, body magic... Check her out! @nrivers92
In @mamasunshinetreasures shop, there is a little backroom made of wood, exposed brick and tin. It’s lit only by candles. Swaths of cloth drape the ceiling, hanging stars and moons above you.
Placing her warm hand on your arm, Mama Sunshine leads you into this cocoon, this oasis, sits you down at an old-fashioned washbowl and loves on your scalp and Locs with her healing hands, oils, herbal shampoos.
She baptizes your crown using fresh jugs of warm, then ice-cold water that take your breath away in opposite satisfaction. During the warm rinse, your pores spread open like newborn babies’ mouths, and you exhale. In the cold rinse, those same pores shrink in shock and you inhale sharply before relaxing, your senses tingling and alive as tango music from the studio next door reverberates off the tin walls. The wood walls catch and hold the bass. “Don’t ever leave,” your body whispers.
It often feels like we say bye more than hi. Before another day begins, a moment from last night brings me a smile. “We’re all in black!” I said after a long day away. We had 30 mins together before evening classes called. The littlest one was supposed to snap a photo, but tricked us and hit record.
In these times, I’d like to hit pause and rewind.